She exhales, and her cruel mouth strikes again without her conscious intent. "You are an upright young man, Hanguang-jun," she says, images of Silas the Eighth and his white robes flashing before her eyes.
(Good. Now we need not speak again.)
"You may not wish to share your gifts with a black nun once you know what I am."
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Date: 2020-09-02 09:55 pm (UTC)(Good. Now we need not speak again.)
"You may not wish to share your gifts with a black nun once you know what I am."